LOGIN"He's going to kill you," Sloane spat, grunting when Rodney pushed her over his desk so that her ass was held up high.
He angled his hips to the side and fished his phone from his pants on the floor, holding it up to record. Slowly, he watched through the front camera as he pushed his cock into Sloane's hot cunt. The tip of his dick pushed in first, and then slowly, the rest of his shaft disappeared. Sloane closed her eyes, moaning as her pussy got stretched out and filled up.
Rodney groaned, bringing the camera close, taking close-up shots of his dick pulling out and slamming right back into her wet, slippery cunt. He began thrusting, fucking her, listening to her, trying to hide her moans. "I'll bet Mr Smith won't be killing me when he sees how much his slutty wife wanted me to fuck her."
"I don't want this!" Sloane snapped, but her grunts and moans told them it was a lie. S
Friday, 9:10 amLast night was crazy.I snuck into Dean’s room like some desperate nympho (which, okay, I am). I wore just a robe. Nothing underneath because I just wanted to be shoved down and fucked, no need to waste time, dammit.We didn’t even say “hi.” He dragged me into the bed, kissed me like he wanted to swallow me whole, and immediately shoved his hands under the robe, straight for my boobs.Dean swears by them at this rate.“God, Celeste,” he groaned, kneading like they were stress balls. “I swear I can’t stop touching these.”I laughed and couldn't resist taunting him. He laughed that much at leaving me horny. “You act like you bought them.”“They’re mine,” he shot back, already pushing me flat on the
So apparently… Mr. Martinez has a briefcase.Like, not for paperwork. Not for business trips. No. A kinky bastard’s briefcase.He set it on the coffee table, clicked it open, and inside was a whole damn tool kit of things that could either kill me or make me come so hard I blacked out.I would choose the latter any day.He pushed me over the sofa, on my back. Then pulled out the rope first and tied me tighter than before with my wrists above my head, ankles pulled wide so I couldn’t squirm. I was displayed. His word, not mine.Then came the clamps. They were shiny, wicked little things with teeth. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, rolled it, tugged it, until I gasped, then snapped the clamp on.I almost screamed. Pain shot straight through me, and I almost fell off the damned sofa. I thought nipple clamps were gentle. Ch
Thursday 2:16pmWhoo! Today was crazy. I skipped school today. I know I couldn't, Mom would probably kill me, but I had a better subject to study, Mr. Martinez.I thought he was gonna drag me to his bed and rail me like a caveman. Instead? He made me sit in a chair like some bad student. I swear, what is it with men and chairs? I had gone over to his place to be punished, and instead, he just sat me down and stayed with me for like forever.Well, I'll admit it worked because the more I sat there before the tall man with the stern look on his face, the wetter I got.Then he started talking, and the floodgates opened."You like spreading your legs for my son and his idiot friends?”Excuse me? My whole face went red, but my pussy clenched so hard, I almost started humping the chair.Mr Martinez may have th
Eric was asleep, and Ethan stood by the doorway trying to steady himself. He had practically fucked her on the couch like a madman, but then Eric woke up, and he couldn't have her anymore. His son was important.But it only made him yearn so badly for her. Fuck, Poppy probably hadn't realised he was an insatiable bastard yet, and she would run for the hills when she learned of his dirty desires. She walked out of Eric's room, and he held his breath until she closed the door. Her eyes met his, sucker punching him in the gut with that seductive look."Hey," She whispered, and that word was enough to set his cock ablaze.He held up his silk tie.“Give me your wrists.”For a moment, she hesitated. Then, shyly, she lifted her hands. The second she did, he bound her wrists together, firm
Ethan wasn’t supposed to be home this early. The meeting had been endless, yet they stopped by four, and he had wasted two more hours at a bar, trying to waste time and perhaps forget the redhead nanny in his home.After what happened in the bathroom, he had felt ashamed of himself and reminded him of all the reasons why he shouldn't fuck Poppy, despite badly wanting to.All the frustration and aching need hit him when he walked into his home and saw her.Poppy was curled on the sofa in a loose cardigan and shorts, reading. Eric must have fallen asleep, and Ethan hoped his son had because he was getting mesmerised by her long, sexy legs and the way her hair spilt down her shoulders, soft, messy. His cock lurched when he saw the swell of her breasts through her top and remembered how deliciously naked they had looked.The look on her face was his undoing. He
The cuffs had barely been undone before Molly shoved her arms free, yanking the gag out of her mouth. Her chest heaved, sweat dripping down her cleavage, and her nipples red from the clamps.Her thighs were still slick with her juices. And then she snapped.“You fucking bastards,” she screamed. “You think I’m leaving like this? After everything you’ve done, after you teased me like this? Fuck you! I’m not walking out without some cock inside me!”The crowd roared, half in shock, half in lust at the blatant way she asked for it, but Molly didn't give a shit. The grins in the producer's face told her this was what they had wanted.“I want it now," Molly spat and pointed at the men on stage. “One of you, get your cock out! I’ll suck it! And someone else better be behind me by the time I’m on my knees, because I&r






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